belong to

Since I am gone,

last night, for the first time,

I dreamed about homeland.

I woke up with this warm feeling

of hanging out with lot of people

I well knew but,

in fact, they all were strangers faces,

without names.

at some point, we stood few,

up high in a twenty floor glass

and iron building.

no idea about what we were looking for.

but I remember we wanted to escape,

run outside, into the wide space

covered with green grass and poplars

with leaves as fish scales.

only that, out there, started the rain.

so we waited it stops.

these guys were chating around me,

laughing with loud happy voices.

in my ear, sounded far away,

as I would have listen a black and white movie,

from a distant, separated room.

I was absent

because the rain, comming from those skies,

was falling down infront of my eyes,

forming fluid spirals through the air,

with diametres between 15 and 25

centimetres.

the water drops were clear and small.

they seemed suspended

into a no gravity field.

they seemed pure and inofensive.

but the spirals they formed, were having such a force,

that could have killed you just in a second,

if you would have been caught in a wrong place,

at the wrong moment.

I was in a right place at the wrong moment.

I felt I belong to something

that I finaly have found.

phone alarm brought me back here.

I entered my kitchen and made coffee,

one sugar spoon,

some dust of salt.